Li Zheng adjusted the direction and the height handwheel on the scope, and quickly used it to trap Naiden in the distance.

He has never tried shooting 1,400 meters with this gun.

But he knew that the ballistic trajectory was a parabola, and he just needed to find the pattern.

With the two shots just now, Li Zheng roughly found the pattern.

This time, he wants to make the final blow.

Naiden in the scope has successfully started the motorcycle, black smoke spewing out of the exhaust pipe like a proud tail.

After Li Zheng aimed at what he thought was the accurate aiming point, he didn't hesitate at all and gently pressed the trigger with his finger.

Bang——

Then press again.

Bang——

Two shots.

After the shooting, Li Zheng stopped shooting and stared at the target in the scope.

Naiden, who was sitting on the motorcycle, was just about to turn the accelerator to escape, when he suddenly felt a huge thrust pushing him to the side.

A tearing feeling came from the back.

He even heard the sound of the bulletproof plates of the body armor bursting.

"grass……"

He didn't have time to grunt and threw himself to the ground.

About six minutes later.

Naiden, who was lying on the dirt road, had moved to a tree by the roadside and sat down against the trunk.

He couldn't run anymore.

The dazzling sun was now a little dark in his eyes, and his body gradually felt cold.

He knew it was caused by excessive blood loss.

He stretched out his hand and tried to touch his chest. It was very painful there. It was probably because the bullet penetrated the bulletproof plate on his back and then passed through his body, but was blocked by the bulletproof plate on his chest.

In fact, this is more fatal.

More deadly than direct penetration.

He could even imagine the warhead in his body like a mischievous child, destroying the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys and other organs.

My eyes suddenly turned dark.

Someone blocked the sunlight.

Naiden tried hard to gather his eyesight to see clearly who the dark figure appeared in front of him.

See clearly.

It's that Chinese special forces soldier.

"You... you... are... mentally ill..."

He cursed and reached for his pistol.

Li Zheng stretched out his foot and stepped on his right hand.

The pressure made Naiden howl in pain.

Li Zheng took off his pistol, threw it aside, pulled out his own pistol, and pointed it at Naiden.

"45XX130."

He read out a string of numbers.

Naiden was a little confused, bared his teeth and asked: "What..."

"My apprentice's police number." Li Zheng said, "Remember this number and get on your way."

"Hehe..." Naiden tried his best to sneer, trying to be more manly: "Shoot... I can still kill him if I go down..."

Li Zheng shook his head: "No, you can't see him, because you will be in the eighteenth level of hell."

After that, pull the trigger.

Bang——

A bullet hole appeared between Naiden's eyebrows.

The bullet directly penetrated the skull, penetrated the back of the head, and entered the tree trunk behind him.

Li Zheng inserted his pistol, pulled out his survival knife, squatted down in front of the tree trunk, and then dug out the bullet from the trunk.

Looking at the bloody and deformed bullet, Li Zheng carefully put it into his pocket, turned around and left without looking back.

The wind blew through the treetops, the ground was scorched by the sun, and there were still curls of black smoke rising from the jungle.

The Mi-17 helicopter took off from a grassy field, turned its nose and flew into the distance.

Everything returned to calm, except for the bodies lying on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

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